Casual Sex Dating
What a night. I went out feeling horny and ended up getting exactly what I wanted – a damn good fuck.
The guy in question had stalked me for a while. I know he followed me from one bar in York to another. He was well built, short spiky hair and it looked like there was some body art on his arms although I discovered later there was a lot more.
I love guys with tattoos. I've never got one myself but seeing them on others can be a hell of a turn on for me.
Eventually he came over and talked to me. I'd made eyes at him for a while trying my best to look interested in him. We talked and drank for a couple of hours. A fun evening, especially when he asked me what turned me on. I loved that boldness of him, telling me he wanted to fuck me and asking me what I liked.
Back at his place and it wasn't long before his cock was in my mouth. We'd been kissing on the couch and I'd been rubbing his crotch, feeling that cock grow inside his pants before taking it out. Such a lovely beast it was too. Thick and long.
His hand was down the back of my jeans, playing with my ass and every now and again I'd feel a finger on my asshole or pussy. I stood up and stripped for him, fingering myself as I stood in front of him.
He shifted forward, onto the floor and I stood above him, bending my legs ever so slightly so his mouth and my pussy connected. He licked me and I grinded my pussy in his face I could feel the growing orgasm.
When he stripped off for me I got to see the designs on his body. His arm, shoulder and back depicted a scene from mythological times. He did explain it to me but I'm damned if I can remember it now! (Alcohol does that to me.)
He fucked me on the floor. We switched from doggy to missionary and he gave me a hell of a pounding. Hard, rough, fast sex. I love fit guys, they go at it like there's no tomorrow.
The first time he came he pulled out of me and, in a great porn style, shot his load over my belly and breasts.
I still have visions of that cock, little bit of cum dripping from it, as he got up and stood over me. I wanted to lick it off and suck that cock back to hardness. He had other ideas.
Taking me upstairs to his bedroom and was laid out on my front, a pillow under my middle, ass in the air and exposed. He'd got some lube from a drawer and proceeded to finger my asshole with it. He was very slow and methodical about it too. One finger working its way around my asshole, pushing inside before he began to use a second finger. At no point did he touch my pussy, only my asshole.
After a while he stood by the bed, wanking his cock and letting me watch it get hard again. As he wanked and lubed his cock he kept telling me what he was going to do. "This cock's going up your ass…. I'm gonna fuck you so hard…. Your ass is going to be sore and stretched wide open… I'll bet you can't wait for me to fuck your ass…. You want it don't you baby?"
When he was hard he got onto the bed and pushed himself, nice and slowly into me. He was right though. I did want it.
Again, he fucked me. Slowly at first, working his cock into a nice rhythm, gently increasing in both speed and force as my ass took one glorious pounding before he shot his load right up my ass.
